The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 64

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“Let me speak plainly. What do you want in exchange for returning the upper reaches of the Alexandrite River?”
Unlike the children’s section, which maintained a warm and cheerful atmosphere, the adults’ area was swept by a cold wind.
Particularly around where the two Household Masters stood, an ominous tension hung thick in the air.
“Well, I suppose I should ask my son about that rather than answer myself. I didn’t order him to do it, after all.”
“Isn’t it the father’s responsibility to bear the consequences?”
“True enough, but this boy has a stubbornness that’s anything but ordinary. Hehehehe.”
In truth, Galiazard, the Fasayen Household Master, had been planning to resolve this matter around this time anyway.
Revenge for threatening the children was sufficient at this point.
To escalate further would be nothing short of declaring actual war, so it was time to tie up loose ends.
Yet the reason he didn’t immediately agree to return the water was simply a matter of pride.
And Ixid, the Belarion Household Master, understood this perfectly well.
‘The old whale cub. All he does at his age is petty spite.’
‘And this young serpent keeps grinding away with half-measures—it really gets under my skin.’
Ixid and Galiazard exchanged glances and smiled broadly at each other.
“Given the troubled times we live in, shouldn’t neighboring families grow even closer?”
Galiazard spoke first, offering a drink.
Ixid accepted the cup without refusal, and his thin lips curled upward.
“I agree entirely. I apologize on behalf of my foolish son’s rudeness.”
“Has he received appropriate punishment? He doesn’t seem to have come today.”
This was Goliath’s indirect way of saying that he should apologize ‘directly’ himself.
To this, Ixid had no choice but to repeat what he had said before.
“The father bears the responsibility.”
Ixid’s brow furrowed slightly, feeling rather foolish.
Galiazard, watching this, chuckled inwardly while maintaining an outwardly solemn demeanor.
“Then let us fathers shake hands. That way we can clear away any lingering resentment between us. What say you?”
“Very well.”
Galiazard is called the Sovereign King. His grip strength was formidable.
Therefore, making this proposal was his way of continuing to torment Ixid.
Ixid was well aware of this fact, yet he accepted gracefully.
Politics sometimes required knowing when to concede a move.
Besides, the ‘gift’ he had prepared today was itself a devastating blow.
‘The most amusing thing is watching the face of one who mistakenly believes they’ve seized victory twist in anguish. So I’ll let this pass for now.’
The onlookers swallowed hard as they watched the two Household Masters shake hands.
Fasayen and Belarion possessed comparable strength.
Having lived in close proximity for long ages and regarded each other as rivals, this was only natural.
This meant that one should not wage war without absolute certainty of being able to uproot the rival household entirely.
Simultaneously, if one were to bare one’s fangs, one would need to slaughter even the youngest child of the enemy household to prevent future calamity.
“Goliath has been expelled, so he is no longer of Belarion. Will that suffice?”
“Well, since there’s nothing more I desire, that much seems fair enough.”
Crack.
Galiazard squeezed Ixid’s hand bones with such ferocity they threatened to shatter.
Ixid’s complexion remained unchanged as he nodded in acknowledgment, yet he could not prevent his hand from turning a sickly blue.
“The Alexandrite River will recover within days.”
“I won’t bother with expressions of gratitude.”
Thus ended this minor dispute.
If losses were to be tallied, Belarion’s side had suffered greater damage.
They had to abandon a son they had raised to maturity.
‘I thought he was a decent hand and gave him the second position. What a shame.’
Galiazard muttered inwardly.
Though his expression betrayed not the slightest hint of regret.
According to reports, Goliath Bellarian possessed a temperament as harsh as his nature.
Such men posed little threat in ordinary times, yet they invariably caused catastrophe from unexpected quarters. With a disposition like a magical bomb, it was better to eliminate him early.
For the safety of Fasayen after his death.
‘In any case, Superti—that one is a blessing to Fasayen.’
In truth, it was only thanks to Superti that this could be accomplished.
“Your heart must be heavy from losing a son. Would you care for a glass of strong spirits?”
“No need. I do not enjoy intoxication.”
“Haha, our Fasayen drinks by the crate and never loses clarity. A pity indeed.”
A most satisfying banquet.
Galiazard snapped his fingers, and a waiting servant hastened forward with a potent liquor.
He drank deeply of the honey-colored spirit, savoring the lingering taste of victory.
Ixid, who had remained silent, finally spoke.
“I should offer my thanks for returning what was originally ours.”
“Ho, do you have something prepared?”
Ixid’s words carried such weight that Galiazard’s eyes gleamed with sharp interest.
“A year ago, while abroad, I ‘happened’ to discover a child.”
“A child?”
“A mute child whom I brought back and raised with care. Yet recently, she refused to reveal her name?”
Ixid spoke in a languid tone, his crimson eyes swirling with an ominous light.
At the sight of those sinister eyes, Galiazard let out a low sound of intrigue.
Whatever it was, he had clearly prepared some devastating revelation in utmost secrecy.
No report of this had reached him.
This was proof that the Bellarion Household Master had personally taken control of the information with absolute thoroughness.
“What is this name that warrants such mention?”
“Well, you shall hear it directly soon enough.”
Surely not….
A single name flashed through Galiazard’s mind, and he laughed heartily while stroking his beard.
It was unlikely, but if his current suspicion proved true—
This is the worst birthday gift imaginable.
Especially for his son, who had only just begun to find stability.
Yet there was no way to stop it.
All I could do was watch with a forced smile.
“To the harmony between our two households.”
Ixid murmured bleakly, and his shadow stirred.
The shadow extending from his slender, pale fingers grasped the doorknob, and the moment it swung wide open—
Galiazard, witnessing the Child standing anxiously at the doorway with a helpless, nervous expression, finally let out a sigh.
“That is….”
“That child, rather. You should say that child.”
Ixid replied curtly to Galiazard and walked forward with measured steps.
The Child, startled by the sudden barrage of gazes, shrank back and trembled, shoulders hunched.
It was hardly an action one could call “aristocratic.”
Yet if one had lost home and mother in childhood, lost even the ability to speak, and suffered in distant lands ever since, such behavior was not incomprehensible.
“Come here. Did I not promise to find your family for you?”
“…!”
“Your grandfather stands there.”
Hair the color of deep rose extended down to her shoulders, thoroughly disheveled.
Her large eyes were unmistakably magenta, and her prominent nose and mouth bore a striking resemblance to Diagon.
She was smaller than children her age, gaunt from malnutrition, and her gait was painfully slow.
Silence.
The hall had grown so quiet that not even a breath could be heard.
Only the Child’s clumsy footsteps echoed loudly through the space.
“What is the meaning of this?”
It was Diagon who broke the silence, his tone fierce and growling.
“Surely you’re not claiming that child is from Fasayen.”
Rejection.
Understanding the refusal that burst forth from his very first words, the Girl’s face crumpled.
“Dear me, the child cannot hear. I didn’t expect such sensitivity from her.”
And it was the Bellarion Household Master himself who covered the Girl’s ears.
Ixid then pushed the Girl forward.
As if to say, go ahead.
“That man is your father.”
The Girl, stumbling forward a few steps, looked up at Diagon.
“….”
The Girl, intimidated by this adult who did not lower himself to her height, whose gaze remained far above her own, hesitated for a moment.
Then she squeezed her eyes shut and whispered.
“…Father.”
At that very moment—
Superti, pushing through the crowd to step forward, and Diagon’s eyes met.

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